Vague
By Patricia
I don't know what to feel
I don't know what to say
I hate my teacher for calling me by my surname. I am Patricia
I will write a prose instead, because I hate you
and you won't read this anyway
My heart skipped a beat, when I got that perfect score
Ten over Ten and Ten over Ten,
So now I'm waiting for your, "hey!"
I'm changing now, I can sense I'm getting there
I hope I get what I want this time
Don't be such a gay
That green little dot
That green little dot is of no use at all
Please tell me why
I'm going to close the apple now,
So tell me
is this a Poem or a Prose
or nothing worth reading
Because I'm nothing to you.
Because I'm vague as the Phrases are.
